“She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who’d died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.” — C.S. Harris Copy Share Image
“In my experience, those for whom war is lucrative are rarely satisfied. For them, war is opportunity, not hardship or sorrow. After all, it… — C.S. Harris Copy Share Image
“ He was like a god to her. What happens when your god dies? Sebastian wondered. When someone is your sun and moon and… — C.S. Harris Copy Share Image
“How do you explain a world that gifts evil men with privilege and wealth and looks the other way while they torment and abuse… — C.S. Harris Copy Share Image
“She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who’d died degraded and… — C.S. Harris Copy Share Image
“If this war has taught us anything, it is that convictions of righteous certitude can be soul-corrupting illusions that offer mo dispensation from hell.” — C.S. Harris Copy Share Image
